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letra de wat im on - semi homie

[intro: bagcha$inglo]
(yo hustle)
[?] know what i’m on, hey
hashtag, yeah

[chorus: bagcha$inglo]
now i’m back they wanna know what i’m on
you know what i’m on, n-gga i’m tryna bag something
you know what i’m on, n-gga i’m tryna go through
that sh-t sound cool but i ain’t hitting out no sun roof
walk down hit my man do that sh-t ’cause i got to
[?] b-tch-ass n-ggas keep bluffing like they bulletproof
you gon’ duck from the sound of that drac’ when i come through
i ain’t never stroffing i’m the wrong n-gga to run into
put a alias b-tch on his line we got him
blind side crack him he don’t even know who shot him
i’m beefing like sh-t if he stare then i’ma crack him
i be kirking off them rp’s f-ck her for hours
lil’ b-tch keep telling me put down the perc’s
i’m on point with this glizzy you gotta stay alert
these n-ggas ain’t even shoot their gun ’til the first
hot drills in this glizzy i’m making it burst

[verse 1: semi homie]
cuz want me to put a switch on my twenty make it sound like a drac’
street n-gga i’m mixing amiri with bape
b-tch this saint laurent 1200 a sweater
i’m f-cking his baby mother, she say i make her wetter
got that sh-t in the safe this sh-t looking like a [?]
she asked if i’m off a perc’ i said “b-tch what you think?”
we be taking down sh-t that sh-t true that you heard
was about to cl!ck at that b-tch she got on my last nerve
i’m with spike lil’ cuz don’t say too many words
i got ’em figured out, they’re showing that fake love
ask the men, i came a long way from a hundred dubs
i’m walking with fifteen racks just because
5k on my fit spent that sh-t ’cause i wanted to
you better mind your business or we sn-tch your chain too
iso a n-gga his energy different
i isod his b-tch and we f-cked for 500 minutes
he was bragging ’bout shootings and ain’t even hit sh-t
[?] move for a hundred racks me and bro [?]
bro just called my phone, he was holding a n-gga hostage (hey trale)
i f-cked on her friend she say “homie, you so [?]”
they ask what i [?], i told ’em i’m an artist slash robber
i hate picking between my g30 and my g20
his first time touching a twenty was in 2020
how is you making a diss song and you ain’t never did nothing?
[chorus: bagcha$inglo]
now i’m back they wanna know what i’m on
you know what i’m on, n-gga i’m tryna bag something
you know what i’m on, n-gga i’m tryna go through
that sh-t sound cool but i ain’t hitting out no sun roof
walk down hit my man do that sh-t ’cause i got to
[?] b-tch-ass n-ggas keep bluffing like they bulletproof
you gon’ duck from the sound of that drac’ when i come through
i ain’t never stroffing i’m the wrong n-gga to run into
put a alias b-tch on his line we got him
blind side crack him he don’t even know who shot him
i’m beefing like sh-t if he stare then i’ma crack him
i be kirking off them rp’s f-ck her for hours
lil’ b-tch keep telling me put down the perc’s
i’m on point with this glizzy you gotta stay alert
these n-ggas ain’t even shoot their gun ’til the first
hot drills in this glizzy i’m making it burst

[verse 2: bagcha$inglo]
forever high class i got this sh-t tatted
d-ckriding them b-tch-ass n-ggas we bagged ’em
the crazy part is they ain’t do sh-t yet
put a b-tch on his line he was sweet for that car
don’t diss you gon’ get a reaction
only reaction you get is this drac’ flash
bagging these n-ggas with no mask, we really on that
ten-milli’ knock off his ball cap
we really into it so we robbing sh-t through the city
got a whole lot of shots, you cannot get with us
tryna hashtag his ass i ain’t tryna leave him crippled
i could teach you to set up a move sh-t simple
this b-tch act stupid she make it seem [?]
this n-gga keep getting bagged what the f-ck sh-t [?]
if you like bagging n-ggas you feel me
reach for your iron on this move i’ma k!ll you
[chorus: bagcha$inglo]
now i’m back they wanna know what i’m on
you know what i’m on, n-gga i’m tryna bag something
you know what i’m on, n-gga i’m tryna go through (yeah)
that sh-t sound cool but i ain’t hitting out no sun roof
walk down hit my man do that sh-t ’cause i got to
[?] b-tch-ass n-ggas keep bluffing like they bulletproof
you gon’ duck from the sound of that drac’ when i come through
i ain’t never stroffing i’m the wrong n-gga to run into
put a alias b-tch on his line we got him
blind side crack him he don’t even know who shot him
i’m beefing like sh-t if he stare then i’ma crack him
i be kirking off them rp’s f-ck her for hours
lil’ b-tch keep telling me put down the perc’s
i’m on point with this glizzy you gotta stay alert
these n-ggas ain’t even shoot their gun ’til the first
hot drills in this glizzy i’m making it burst

- semi homie

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